Page 164 of Rock Me All Night
He reaches for me again. Left wrist this time. Okay, that's it. I pull my hand free and go to slap him.
Someone stops me. His hand closes around my tricep. There's something right about it. Something magical.
It's Drew. Drew's hand is tight around my arm. Drew is touching me.
He looks at the asshole guy. "Can I help you?"
The guy looks at me with disbelief. "This is your boyfriend?"
I throw Drew aplease play alonglook. "Yes. And we're very busy tonight."
"Is this guy bothering you?" Drew asks.
"It's fine."
"It doesn't look fine." Drew's eyes narrow. He stares down the guy. "You followed her across the dance floor."
He was watching me?
"We were having a conversation," the guy says.
"You grabbed her. Do it again and it will be the last time you ever touch anyone or anything beautiful," Drew says.
The guy holds Drew's stare. Trying out some kind of intimidation and failing miserably. I almost feel bad for him. Idiot has no clue what he's in for.
The guy takes a step back. He mutters under his breath. "She's not even that hot."
"We both know that's not true." Drew slides his hand around my waist.
But the guy is still staring at us.
I turn to Drew. I slide my arm around his neck to sell the wholewe're clearly a couplething.
But the guy is still staring at me.
Drew stares back at him. "Either you leave in the next thirty seconds or we take this outside."
It does nothing to scare the guy off.
I grab Drew's arm and squeeze as hard as I can. No way I'm going to be responsible for the kind of fight that will get all three of us kicked out of the club.
Drew turns back to me. He takes my arm and places it around his shoulders. It's like he's promising this won't get out of hand.
His eyes find mine. He mouths,You trust me?
I nod. Yes. Of course.
His palm pressed into my lower back, pushing my body into his. He leans closer. His eyes close.
Mine do the same. Pure reflex. I rise to my tiptoes.
His lips brush against mine. A quick kiss to start. Then it's more. He sucks on my lower lip. He digs his other hand into my hair.
My heart picks up until it's going so fast I can't keep track. I'm aware of every inch of my body. The light feeling in my chest and stomach. The strain of my calves. The flutter building between my legs.
This is why I dance.
Drew releases me. He steps back and looks as if to check that the coast is clear. His demeanor shifts. No longer my fake boyfriend. Just my best friend. "You okay, Kara?"
